"The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere." James Russell Lowell
My article entitled How and When I Became a Hermit actually floated into my mind while I was taking a shower in an RV park where we were staying. I was musing on the fact that even the simple process of taking a shower had become an ordeal for me. I had, indeed, became a recluse.
The article is autobiographical and spans many decades, from almost failing shorthand class in high school because of shaking hands, how I became a social worker even though I was scared to talk to people, learning that I had a serious form of PMS, and discovering that many people are introverts and need not try to be anything else.
This was a hard story to write, for it opens the door to my soul, exposing the real me to the world. I wrote it because it was a story that wanted to be let out. I have received comments from many people who said they could relate to what I had written. I will be happy if my words can lead even one person to accept and understand their own journey of life a little better.
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I am a storyteller. I like to wrap inspirational messages inside little vignettes of my life or the lives of others. I grew up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, have lived in an RV, and am now living in a senior apartment. Everything I've experienced in my 67 years in this incarnation is fair game to be written about.